Chapter 153 Fever and Nightmares
Chapter 153 Fever and Nightmares
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After treating the wound, Benjamin stood up and said, “The injury’s been bandaged. She needs rest now. I’ll prescribe some medication to prevent infection and fever. She may spike a fever tonight, you’ll need to keep an eye on her.”
Lucas nodded, his voice low. “Thank you.”
Benjamin gave his shoulder a reassuring pat, his tone softening a bit. “Don’t worry too much- she’s out of danger.”
“Yeah.” Lucas gave a slight nod, though his eyes never once strayed from Sloane.
Andrew followed Benjamin out to fetch the medication, leaving just Lucas and Sloane alone in the room.
Outside, dusk slowly settled over the sky; the warm glow of the setting sun filtered through the curtains, casting a soft golden hue over the room.
Lucas gently stroked Sloane’s face. Her complexion was paper–white, completely drained of color; a few damp strands of hair clung to her forehead, making her look even more fragile.
His eyes brimmed with guilt and heartbreak.
Andrew returned with the medicine and even brought back dinner for Lucas. “Sir, you should eat something and take a break. I’ll stay here and watch over Ms. Rivers.”
Lucas didn’t move. “Just leave it. I’ll eat in a bit.”
Andrew knew full well he wouldn’t eat at all. He wanted to say more, but seeing that Lucas’s entire focus was on Sloane, he swallowed the words back down.
By midnight, the air in the room had turned heavy and stifling.
Sloane’s breathing grew labored; beads of sweat dotted her forehead. Under the dim light, her face looked even more pallid. Her brows furrowed tightly, and her body began to tremble, like she was trapped in some inescapable nightmare.
Lucas had remained by her side the entire time. Noticing something was wrong, he immediately reached out to touch her forehead–she was burning up, and the heat made his heart clench.
“Sloane…” he whispered her name, trying to coax her out of the nightmare.
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Chapter 153 Fever and Nightmares
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But Sloane didn’t seem to hear him. Her fingers clutched the bedsheets tightly; her lips trembled as if she were struggling in silence. Her body writhed in distress, and her movements caused the wound on her shoulder to ooze blood once more.
Lucas’s brow furrowed deeply, a flicker of urgency flashing in his eyes. He stood and quickly fetched a warm towel, gently dabbing her forehead in an effort to bring her temperature down.
But her fever remained alarmingly high.
“No, don’t come near me…” Sloane’s voice trembled, faint and filled with fear.
She began to thrash more violently.
Lucas felt like his heart was being crushed. He knew that if this went on, her wound might reopen–things could get even worse.
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